“You ate your dinner like a good girl,” I say with a smirk. “Now it’s time for your reward.”
8
CHRISTOPHER
Sometimes, I like watching my partner undress herself. But tonight, I want to help. I can’t keep my hands off Janie.
I come up to stand behind her. Nuzzling her neck, I say, “Let’s get this dress off, for starters.”
“Okay, Mr. Capulet.”
Her breathy words go straight to my cock.
I tug down the zipper at the back. She’s wearing a light blue bra underneath, and a matching thong. It reminds me of the thong I stole from her carry-on. I should feel guilty about that, but I don’t. I did, at first, but it’s not like I would make a different choice if given the opportunity again.
I’m a fucking pervert, and it’s time to make my peace with that.
The dress slides off her shoulders and falls to the floor at her bare feet. I step back to get a better look at her.
And that’s when I see it.
A handprint on her perfect ass.
“Tag sent you to me wearing his mark?” I ask, tracing the pink print.
“I—” Janie stumbles over her words and cranes her neck back, like she could possibly see the print on her own ass. “I don’t know, I didn’t think to look?—”
I laugh. “Of course he did. He wants me to see what he’s done to you. So you’ve had the safe word talk, I take it?”
“Yes.” She squints up at me. “Red for stop. You don’t have to laugh at me, though.”
“I’m not laughing at you, doll, I promise.” I slide a hand down her bare shoulder as I think about what I want to do with her, now that I have her naked in my living room. I could lay her out across the couch, or the coffee table. I could make her crawl upstairs to my room and walk behind her so I can watch her ass flex with Tag’s handprint.
But the sofa is closest, and I’ve dreamed about her for so long, I don’t want to wait. I lift her up, causing her to squeal in surprise.
“On the couch with you, doll. I want to look at you and touch you.” I want her writhing in impatience.
Once I have her lying flat, I stand over her, squeezing my cock through my pants. I’m torturing myself by not tearing her panties off and fucking her immediately.
I kneel on the floor next to her and press a kiss to her belly button. She giggles until I kiss her again, slower, and lick my way down to the waistband of her thong.
“Mr. Capulet,” she whispers.
“Do you know how good you smell? You smell like a woman in need, like you’re primed and ready for your Daddy Dom’s cock.”
She nods. “I—I am, Mr. Capulet. I’m very ready.”
“I know you are, doll.” I slide her panties down over her hips, revealing her glistening wet pussy.
She wriggles, trying to close her legs. I grab her knees and hold them open.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought of this sweet, pink cunt? How often I’ve thought of spreading you open against my desk at the office, and licking you until you scream?” I shake my head as I run my fingertip along her folds, tracing her opening.
She bucks forward against my touch, seeking more.
“And all that time, I knew I could never do it. I knew it was so wrong.” I give her clit several little taps.
“It turns me on,” she gasps.
